Oh, who cares about the day BEFORE Thanksgiving? This poem is about Thanksgiving DAY!
The Day Of Thanksgiving
Twas the day of Thanksgiving and all through the place,
The aromas of cooking are caressing my face
The bird’s in the oven, awaiting a basting
While the gravy endures some pre-meal tasting
The table’s festooned with autumnal themes
It’s hard to imagine a homier scene
The guests are arriving and begin salivating
At the thoughts of holiday feast celebrating
Eventually the kitchen is devoid of all traces of food
Which has moved to the table, where it’s hungrily viewed
But before any of us can put a fork to a ham
Or a turkey or stuffing or salad or yam
Our blessings deserve a moment to consider
All the blessings our lives and families deliver
And hearts go out to those on hard times
May their fortunes be turned into joys sublime
Our time here on Earth is so pitifully brief
Let us rejoice with friends, family and feast
When the bird’s just a carcass and the table is cleared
We’ll doze on the couch, with football and beer
But maybe we’ll pick up our fiddles and bows
Guitars and banjos, mandolins and dobros
And raise our voices in a noise most pleasant
And make this corner of Earth a little slice of heaven
